**Possessiveness Unleashed**

Travis excused himself from the table, making his way to the restroom to collect his thoughts. He had been feeling a little off all night, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that Charlie was holding something back from him. As he washed his hands and stared at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. When he returned to the table, he was taken aback by the sight of a handsome stranger standing beside Charlie, laughing and chatting with her. Travis's eyes narrowed as he made his way back to the table, his heart racing with a sudden surge of jealousy. "Everything okay here?" Travis asked, his voice low and even, but with an undercurrent of tension. Charlie looked up at him, a smile on her face, but her eyes flicking to the stranger before returning to him. "Travis, this is Max," she said, her voice friendly. "We were just getting to know each other." Travis's eyes locked onto Max, his gaze piercing. "I'm sure you were," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I think it's time for us to leave, don't you, Charlie?" Charlie's eyes sparkled with amusement, but Max looked taken aback by Travis's sudden possessiveness. "I think that's a great idea," Charlie said, gathering her things. As they left the restaurant, Travis couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he had to make Charlie his, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen. The drive to his house was quiet, with Charlie seemingly lost in thought. But as they stepped inside, Travis knew he had to make his move. He pulled her into his arms, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss. Charlie responded, her body melting into his, and Travis knew he had her. He took her to his bedroom, his desire for her burning out of control. As they made love, Travis couldn't help but feel a sense of possession. She was his, and he knew it. As they lay together, Travis's hands roaming over her body, he whispered in her ear, "You're going to give me babies, Charlie. Beautiful, smart babies." Charlie laughed, her voice husky. "Oh, Travis, you're such a romantic," she said, her tone playful. But Travis wasn't joking. He had always wanted a family, and now that he had Charlie, he knew she was the one he wanted to share that with. As they finished, Travis didn't pull out. He released inside her, his body shuddering with pleasure. But Charlie's expression changed, her eyes narrowing in anger. "Travis, what did you just do?" she asked, her voice low and even. Travis looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" "You didn't use protection," she said, her voice rising. "You just assumed I was okay with that?" Travis felt a pang of guilt, but he pushed it aside. He knew he had to make Charlie his, and if that meant taking a risk, then so be it. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft. "I just got caught up in the moment." But Charlie wasn't having it. She scrambled out of bed, her eyes blazing with anger. "I want to leave," she said, her voice firm. "And I don't want to see you again." Travis felt a surge of panic. He couldn't let her go. She was his, always would be. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice firm. "You're mine, Charlie." Charlie's eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, Travis thought he saw a glimmer of fear. But then her expression hardened, and she turned to leave. Travis was right behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You're not going anywhere," he repeated, his voice low and possessive. "You're staying right here, with me."